We woke to a foggy, drizzly morning so we just grabbed our rain jackets and decided it wasn’t going to slow us down. Breakfast (if gooey sweetness can be called that) was at the donut plant. I seriously don’t even like donuts but those beautiful confections are more a work of art than what we typically call donuts. We passed each flavor around the table so we could all be amazed at each one. After breakfast we headed downtown since we had tickets to the Freedom Tower. We arrived early and were whisked up 105 floors in about 40 seconds flat. It seemed even quicker since there was a “view” on the elevator walls as if we were in a glass elevator. We reached the top floor and watched a short video about the tower and then were left to marvel at the 360degree views from the massive windows. We could see every burrough of the city in its entirety and a lot of New Jersey. The Statue of Liberty sat far below us in the Hudson River as if it were no larger than a Barbie doll. Words and even pictures don’t come close to describing the views, so I won’t waste time trying.
After we left One World Trade Center we toured St Pauls Cathedral across the street. Although they still hold services here, it’s a moving museum in itself with so many mementos from the 9 months it served as a base for 9/11 workers.
Shopping was next on the list, along with lunch at an adorable but tiny restaurant in Little Italy. Maggie bought a knockoff purse from a man in Chinatown. This was a fairly easy transaction a few years ago but now we felt like we were involved in a drug deal with the exchange of the purse and the money to buy it in a phone booth.
Heavy bags in hand (mostly Maggie’s hand), we returned to our apt to drop them off. We couldn’t resist a short nap after all that walking before we headed to the meat packing district. We meandered through Chelsea Market and made a visit to the friends building. We stopped at a gourmet French Fry place and on to Washington Square Park.
Since we had tickets to the Upstanding Citizens Brigade stand up comedy show tonight, we took a subway to the lower east side. I’m amazed each time we emerge from an underground station, I feel like I’m in a new city. Every neighborhood has its own vibe, no 2 seem to be alike.
We were less than impressed with the comedy, these were the type of comedians that make you realize how hard it must be to get up and tell jokes (i.e. they DO NOT make it look easy). This was a little different from our previous experience with UCB when Amy Poler and some of the Saturday night live crew showed up.
Back to the apt before 10, Maggie and Olivia will have a very early day leaving for Central Park at 4:30 a.m. to see Demi Lavata.
Still no A/C- we are again promised tomorrow. So tonight we sleep with open windows to catch the cool night air and the sound of blaring horns and breaking glass along with it. But this is New York! And I’m loving every minute of it.
THE day finally came and it didnt come quietly. At 3:30 in the morning Olivia tiptoed into my room to tell me she happened to see a notification when she woke during the night that our flights had been changed and I needed to come and confirm it online. Our morning flight was already delayed (I later learned it was because of severe weather the night before causing problems with the morning schedule) and we were offered alternative flights since it would mean we’d miss our connection in Atlanta. Of course we weren’t the only ones this was happening to and seats were not easy to come by. We ended up with a new itenerary that took us through both Atlanta and Raleigh/Durham and then to LaGuardia. Olivia’s flight however, was to be a standby ticket only and since we didn’t want to leave her in North Carolina she spent 2 HOURS (2 TENSE hours) on hold with Delta. By the time we arrived at the airport we were already anxious but after we checked in and started chatting excitedly with Cara and Maggie we relaxed. For the most part I’m always able to see travel delays and mishaps as just another part of the adventure and rarely get upset about them.
Our original flight was delayed even more than anticipated and by the time we reached Atlanta we actually ran to the next gate just in time for the last call. (That’s a funny story I won’t go into). The remaining leg for North Carolina went fairly smoothly and we were finally in NYC! We took an uber into the city to the Airbnb apt we rented. Being close to afternoon rush hour, the traffic was worse than usual and the long ride allowed us plenty of time to adjust our senses to the busy city around us. We found our apt building in Hell’s Kitchen and found we had a 4th floor walk up (with luggage). The stairs in the old building were steep and narrow (a suitcase had to be dragged behind you- there wasn’t room to carry it beside you in the tiny stairwell). The stairs also had a decided tilt to the right (which Maggie called sketchy but I corrected her- it’s called character). A cute and clean apartment awaited us, but with a few more hiccups – the A/C was MIA (although it had been advertised) and the bathroom light didn’t work. We later obtained a promise from the owner to install the portable A/C tomorrow and fix the light, but for tonight we’d make the best of it. I have encountered similar struggles with properties before and I wasn’t really shaken, but I could tell Cara and Maggie were possibly considering checking into the nearest holiday inn. Not really, but it was getting harder to keep positive attitudes for sure.
There is always that moment for me when I go on any trip even slightly out of my comfort zone that I begin to question why I’m here and begin to believe that I’d have been better off staying at home. It usually happens quickly, often just a couple of hours after I get there. Luckily I also know that feeling will pass pretty quickly and I will soon remember my love of travel and be ecstatic to be there.
We left our tiny apartment and went to find lunch which was at Grand Central. We headed to the upper east side and shopped in some of the huge 3 story stores, we got a cupcake from the sprinkles cupcake ATM and rode the Roosevelt tram over the East River to see the skyline a little better at night. We rounded out the night with impossibly small but delectable cupcakes to take home. The day had turned out to be a success!
Our apartment was warm and stuffy and we felt this place deserved the name Hell’s Kitchen, but when you stepped out on the old iron fire escape outside our window you could see the Empire State Building’s tall, brightly lit antenna.
Our adventures are just beginning and I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!
Christian wanted just one more dive, but I wanted to rest. So the best solution was for him to go on a local dive with the dive shop in front of our condo while I got a massage. (I ended up with the better option I think) So we cooked a Belizean breakfast complete with homemade tortillas, eggs, beans, bacon, and fresh squeezed juice. We ate on the lanai where the wind was strong this morning, but since we eat almost every meal outside (or at least in an open air restaurant) we’ve gotten used to windy meals. And wind was a small price to pay for a view like that! After breakfast Christian got his dive gear together and headed out. I read on the balcony for a little while and then walked down the beach toward one of the several day spas. I stopped at a cute beach café and had a pineapple smoothie on the porch. Then on to my massage. I ended up at a place that was directly over the dive shop we had gone to Turneffe with. I actually loved the muted sounds of a dive shop in the background along with the relaxing music they played and the brisk ocean breeze to keep us cool. Amy did a fabulous job. I’m not one who even typically likes massages, but with all the diving my neck and back muscles were really tight. I left feeling refreshed and somehow lighter, and I even made an appointment for the next morning before we had to go catch the water taxi. Christian and I returned about the same time and decided to search out papusas for lunch. We really had no idea what to expect. We ended up with round, flat cornmeal based cakes stuffed with cheese and shrimp. They taste like a version of tamales but crispier and we were pleased. We spent the afternoon riding around a little and then to the lounge chairs on the beach to read and relax. We had dinner at “home” and soaked up the beautiful view of the full moon over the water from the balcony. The next morning we had everything left in our fridge for breakfast and spent some time on the patio. This was already the hottest day we’d had here with very little wind. I walked to my massage and when I returned it was time to shower, dress, and pack. We left the condo and headed for the water taxi. We were fortunate to get good seats on one of the newer boats near a window for the breeze. The trip to Belize City took over an hour but we were entertained by a group of young nurses from MD Anderson in Houston who were going home after a girls trip to Caye Caulker. At the water taxi port we ate a late lunch and took a cab to the airport. We checked in a couple of hours before our late flight. We talked to people around us who were also returning to the states from their vacations. People are endlessly fascinating to me, each with a unique story and a different perspective from anyone else. Finally we headed to Houston, sunset over Belize from the plane as we took off was beautiful. We arrived in Houston late and got the shuttle to our hotel. After about 5 hours of sleep we were up at 3:30 for our flights back to Mississippi. Sunrise from the plane was just as beautiful as the sunset had been. After a slight delay with our connecting flight we were back home. It’s such a strange feeling to come home after being away on a fabulous trip, especially for this amount of time. When I walked into the house, I was surprised at the floors. Although they’ve been done for about a year and a half, it was like seeing them for the first time. I remember this feeling when I returned home from the hospital after 8 days following my accident. So maybe its just that so much has happened I feel like it takes a little time to reacquaint myself with this version of my life. But all trips come to an end. It seems to take a few days to adjust to this faster pace and colder weather. But one thing is for certain, each time we visit Belize we are more sure that one day we will find a way to not have to stay….
We headed to Caye Caulker on the morning water taxi for one last day of diving with Bert at Scuba Sensation. We arrived a little earlier than we planned so we spent some time walking around town. We loaded up a little after 9:00 and were joined by five other people. Troy was around our age and owns a dive shop in Colorado. There were also two young couples who were vacationing together. Everyone turned out to be pretty experienced divers so it made for a fun day.
On the hour long trip out to Spanish Bay (our Lionfish honey hole) there is an uninhabited island that has a canal running through the middle that serves a cut through. We spotted a lump on the water and the guys told us crocodile and manatee are both common in here. We got a little closer and a small pod of three dolphins came right toward our boat. Bert moved the boat forward slowly since the Dolphins like to ride in the current alongside it. We were all running from one side of the boat to the other to see them, and Christian stuck his GoPro in the water and got a glimpse of them the way too.
After the dolphins left us, we continued to Spanish Bay. On the way we passed the island they call Gallows Caye since prisoners were once brought out to hang here. And then of course we moved past St Georges Caye with the cannons still on the beach. The water was more calm today and I could hardly even tell when we went through the reef. The sun was so bright and warm that it was hard to even believe just a couple of weeks ago we were freezing after our dives out here.
Our first dive brought us along beautiful walls of coral. Our group killed a good many Lionfish. Troy hadn’t known to bring a spear on the trip and had gone to the hardware store this morning and fashioned himself one, and it actually worked pretty well. We definitely had enough Lionfish for ceviche on the boat during the surface interval.
On the second dive, I realized I was the only one who had not killed a Lionfish on the first dive, even the two girls with us had each gotten one after a few misses. So I put on the glove and Christian showed me how to use the spear. I had to do it right handed (not my dominant hand) because I don’t have the strength it takes in my left arm to keep it in the “cocked” position. We found a Lionfish and I moved in, not wanting to miss I moved slowly and got very close. I released the spear and it found its mark. Wow! I never would’ve thought I could do that. I killed another soon after and gave the spear back to Christian. We continued the dive not seeing as many of them as on our first dive. But we saw eels, a giant stingray busily burying himself in the sand, and lots of lobster. Of course there was the usual collection of brightly colored fish and large schools of blue creole wrasse. After about 50 minutes Christian began to run low on air and we ascended to 20 feet for our three minute safety stop. As we hovered I saw a Lionfish below us at about 35 feet. Knowing Christian’s air was running lower than mine, I took the glove and spear and headed down to get it. Success! I had to begin again on my safety stop but I was now 3 for 3 so it was worth it. Christian carried the fish on up while I waited my 3 minutes.
Once back on the boat we had the usual excited chatter about the dive. The sun was still warm in the cloudless sky and the water calm as we headed back to Caye Caulker. The beauty of the turquoise water and the small islands we pass along the way never gets old. When we finally reached Caye Caulker we headed to the fruit stand to get a variety of fresh juices (we haven’t been able to find juice so good in San Pedro) and said our goodbyes to Bert, Mike, and Zach. The water taxi took us back to San Pedro where we returned to our condo to shower and dress.
We’d been planning to eat supper at El Fogon, a local restaurant boasting Belizean food done in a bit more of a gourmet style. The open air restaurant with sand floors was beautifully done for an elegant island feel. We ordered and listened to the Belizean man play a keyboard and sing pop songs, some current and some as old as the 80’s. He used the myriad of sounds on his keyboard fully in a way that couldn’t help but remind us of Ross Geller. Just before our meal came I suddenly realized that I had left my wallet in the bag from the dive trip and neither of us had any money! So after we ate Christian hopped back in the golf cart to return for our money while I sat at our table about 20 feet from the singer and made awkward (unintended) eye contact. Christian finally returned to put me out of my misery. We paid our check and tipped the singer. After dinner we walked along the beach and out on the pier. The moon was full and glistened off the water in a wide path of light. The wind had picked up and had a slight chill to it.
Lazy mornings with no alarm are always fun. Time spent sitting on the balcony watching the beachfront come to life and boats zigzagging across the sparkling blue water. We get to cook breakfast now with a kitchen and then we dressed for church. We’d seen a charming little church we wanted to attend this morning. Most everything here seems to be Catholic, and there is a lovely cathedral in the middle of town. We have also seen Mormon churches and a Spanish speaking 7th day Adventist church. Besides those, there are no denominations here, just community churches. So when we found one, we decided to give it a try.
We felt so completely welcome at the church, although most of the churchgoers were locals there were a couple of other tourists attending and at least a couple of expats who are regulars. The music was great and the pastor introduced himself to us and preached from Psalm 100 on joy. After church nobody runs out of the sanctuary but almost everyone stood around for a while and talked.
After church we took a short walk on the beach (really we were looking for a herd of iguanas we had seen from the road) and we found a cute caved palm tree perfect for sitting (and for pictures). Next stop was a roadside barbecue stand to get some lunch to take back. Sundays (and Saturdays too) bring out grills on every street corner at small makeshift stands so that the smell of barbecue really permeates the town. We ate our pork chops, rice and beans, and homemade tortillas on our balcony and then spent some time reading and relaxing. After a while we could hardly stand looking at the calm water and not being in it, so we headed down to rent a kayak at a nearby pier. We paddled up and down the beachfront and saw several starfish, but the really exciting moment came when we saw a beautiful spotted eagle Ray just a few feet from our kayak. I stuck my waterproof camera in the water and came up with the greatest picture! I was so excited, I love these majestic rays.
As we paddled past another pier we noticed a large group of local teenagers hanging out. They were in and out of the water and looked to be having a lot of fun. One boy decided he’d do some stunt riding off the end of the pier on his bicycle, trying to impress the girls no doubt. I loved seeing them out here doing what is only natural for them but is a rare experience for us, enjoying the crystal water and perfect weather on a Carribean island.
After kayaking we walked along the pier for a little while. Even just looking into the water we saw a variety of tropical fish. Parrot fish, box fish, ballyhoo, Sargent Majors, and on and on. Even 15 yards from shore they hide around the pillars of the dock. A couple of young boys had found a large sea slug and were examining it on the sea wall. It was enormous slug at about the size and shape of a cucumber.
Back to the patio for the rest of the day, sandwiches in the condo completed our peaceful and very restful day. Tomorrow we have plans to return to Caye Caulker one more time to dive and spear some Lionfish with scuba sensation. The last few days are passing all too quickly…
Today we would be moving to a beach front condo also in San Pedro. We have done this before, moved to a different location within the same town, because there are just so many interesting places to stay I hate to limit it. We didn’t have to be out until 11:30 so we decided to go to a place on the west end that reportedly has fantastic crepes on Saturday and Sunday morning. At Stella’s Smile we ordered and since it wasn’t yet busy the owner spent some time talking to us. He and his wife moved here from Maryland last year and they were also featured on house hunters international last fall. He told us that they already owned this property and were getting ready to move down full time. The show filmed one day in Maryland and then 4 days in Belize. They had to take the furniture out of the home they were moving into for the “showing” when they filmed and they found two other properties to show them. The show assigned them a budget and described what the conflict would be between them with him saying he wanted one thing and his wife saying another. They actually filmed the “6 months later” shots on the first day before the furniture was removed. Because I enjoy the show it was fascinating hearing him talking about it. I knew it was not what it seemed, but what I like is seeing how people live in other countries anyway, so it doesn’t ruin it for me.
After brunch we headed back to pack up. We were moving such a short distance and only using the golf cart we had rented, that we were a little haphazard this time, throwing things into bags wherever we could. We checked out and loaded the golf cart to make the approximately one mile move to Paradise Villas. Our small second floor condo looked directly over the ocean and the busy beachfront. It was a one bedroom with a small kitchen and a fabulous
large covered lanai where we could sit and watch the ocean and beachfront. We spent some time going to the bakery,the meat market, and the supermarket to get some supplies so we wouldn’t have to eat out every meal anymore.
The afternoon brought a long walk on the busy beachfront. The beach in San Pedro is narrow and some is actually sea wall instead of beach. There are lots of piers dotted along the way, some with restaurants, some with dive shops and others with water taxi services. Many piers have a combination of these things and stay very busy. There are also beachfront restaurants and hotels all along the way with local merchants having also set up small tables here and there. We walked out on piers and saw young boys fishing, often with hand lines. It almost seems too easy, there are lots of snappers and grouper at the foot of the dock and the water is so crystal clear that they can watch the fish as they drop the line in beside it. But more than once we saw the fish clean off the hook without being caught, the boys are learning how to set the hook at just the right time to not let it get away. Being a Saturday morning we also saw local children playing in the water while their parents watched from the beach or playing in the sand with their dogs. It’s not the slow, peaceful walk down an expansive beach as in Florida, instead it’s the beauty of the Caribbean on one side and a wonderful opportunity to people watch on the other. After a few hours up and down the beach, we rested for a while and headed to dinner. Read more
The day dawned bright with a fierce wind making even the water inside the reef ripple and form foamy white caps as they rolled over themselves. We had no plans to going diving today, a decision we felt good about as we watched in the distance small dive boats rocking furiously as they made their way through the rough water leading them beyond the reef.
We sat in lounge chairs overlooking the beach for a while until our stomachs told us it was time for a late breakfast. We ate at the hotel’s open air restaurant while keeping the lush greenery and ocean in view. After we ate we decided to go riding around the southern end of the island. We rode down the bumpy rides in our golf cart and stopped at a few local places. When we passed a lagoon connected to the marina and Christian saw a sign prohibiting the feeding of crocodiles, he swung the golf cart around. He figured that if they put up a sign like that, there must be crocodiles around. At first we looked near the banks and were disappointed, but as we looked farther out we saw the head and ridges on the tail of a large crocodile. We watched as he glided slowly through the water, satisfied that we had seen a crocodile at last (and I was glad it wasn’t too close to us).
Sudden cool winds and large black clouds off to the east made us hurry back to the hotel. After it blew over, more beach time seemed like a good call. We hadn’t felt like lunch after a late breakfast so by 4:00 we headed out in search of dinner. We found a local restaurant we had passed several times in the golf cart where two men waved people down on the street asking them to come eat. I ordered fajitas and Christian decided to try the whole fried fish (a local favorite). The fajitas were literally the best I’ve ever eaten and Christian’s fish was also delicious. The beady eyes and small sharp teeth protruding from the lower jaw were too funny not to take a picture of. Our waitress watched us out of the corner of her eye, surely wondering why we would be photographing our food.
A trip to an art gallery down the street featuring art from solely Belizean artists entertained us for the next hour and we even found a painting of an angelfish that we purchased and had shipped to the states. We found a small restaurant and bar on a deck stretching out over the water where we sat and talked for a while. Two young Belizean boys were fishing at the end of the pier, one with a pole and the other just using hand line. They’d caught several yellow tailed snappers and a small barracuda and were proud to show off their catch.
We finally headed back to our hotel. Tomorrow we would move to an apartment for the remaining 5 days of our stay here. It’s hard to believe the end is getting so close. I’d forgotten since last year just how comfortable and peaceful I feel here, and this trip definitely won’t be our last.
The excitement we had gone to bed with quickly evaporated when I awoke to my alarm at 4 am to find the room hot and to hear heavy rain pelting the thatch roof.
We needed to leave for the dive shop around 5, so we wanted to give ourselves plenty of time to get ready. But we woke to find that the power had gone off sometime during the night (with the flashing clock as proof) which had turned the air conditioner off and caused the water to shut off (thanks to the pumps losing power). We brushed our teeth with bottled water and Christian took our trash can to fill it with seawater for flushing the toilet. Of course at the front of our minds was the hour and a half boat ride out to dive at Turneffe (which we had already paid for and couldn’t cancel now). We called the dive shop to see if the dive was still on- yes it was. We had expected as much since the forecast called for periods of rain but not high winds. We grimly packed up our gear and just hoped for the best. We got a break in the rain as we headed for our golf cart and loaded up our bags. We drove through the sleeping town with very few people, and no other golf carts, in sight. We parked close to the alley that would carry us from Front Street to the beach near Amigos Del Mar dive shop. There were only a few people milling around at this hour as we tried on BCDs for the trip. They had two boats leaving early this morning, one to Turneffe and the other to the Blue Hole. We saw the large dive boat being prepared and I was relieved that we would at least have a completely covered area in which to weather the stormy ride. Fresh fruit, homemade cinnamon bread, and cheese was laid out with juice and coffee to accompany them. But I was too nervous (thinking about our bumpy ride to the Blue Hole last year, and wondering if today’s ride would be as bad) to eat anything. Just as I was convincing myself that it would not be a bad ride on the big boat, a divemaster came and told us we could go ahead and load our things on the Turneffe boat, which was the completely open 38 foot boat sitting just in front of the large boat going to the Blue Hole. Oh no!
The rain had started coming down heavily again and the divemaster advised us that we may want to go ahead and put on our wetsuits since we would be in the rain anyway. We reluctantly struggled into wetsuits while I weighed out in my head whether I was willing to lose the considerable fee of the trip by cancelling now. But in the end I decided that we had probably faced worse conditions than this on a dive, and I’d tough it out. When all 8 divers were ready to go Jaun, our divemaster for the day, gave us a quick briefing on what to expect. We’d do three dives with lunch provided between the second and third. We all made our way onto the boat and stuffed our backpacks into the dry compartment at the front. With wetsuits and rain jackets on (a strange combination) we settled in for the long, wet ride. The rain pelted us even harder in the speeding boat and we turned against it with our heads low to protect our faces (the only exposed part of our bodies). The rain continued for a while but we eventually outran it. The boat ride was not nearly as bumpy as I had thought it may be with the wide boat taking the waves easily. Of course we had not made it outside the reef yet. About halfway through the trip, a good distance south of Caye Caulker, we made our way through the reef into the rough seas beyond. The bone-jarring pounding of the boat after each wave along with periods of cold rain made the 45 minutes left seem like hours. As we approached the Turneffe Islands the water calmed tremendously and the rain stopped with tiny slivers of sunshine peeking intermittently through the clouds. We reached the spot for our first dive and we all quickly got ready. We rolled into the water one by one and descended into what can only be described as a real-life aquarium. Beautiful crystal clear water and coral of varying shapes, sizes, and colors surrounded by hundreds of colorful tropical fish. We moved slowly next to the wall of coral that descended out of sight below us. Lobsters hid in the crevices and under ledges and a few walked boldly across sandy expanses. Small coral-banded shrimp hid in coral tubes and green and spotted eels alike poked their heads out from their own hiding places. We watched in awe as a large, beautiful spotted eagle ray glided slowly and gracefully past us. Sea Turtles rested on boulders or swam effortlessly around us. Overhead we could see literally thousands of fish in large masses silhouetted against the backlit ocean surface above us. The 50 minute dive flew by and we soon surfaced to cloudy skies (no rain) and boarded the boat. The dive had been spectacular, and we all had stories to tell of our encounters with the marine life.
The hour long surface interval brought us another round of rain, but as soon as we went underwater at our second spot, I forgot about all that. The second dive was no less thrilling than the first. The landscape was slightly different here but with the same huge variety of marine life. Our next surface interval brought us near one of the small islands on which was perched a fishing shack and a pile of conch shells. We anchored near the beach and had a lunch of traditional stew chicken and rice and beans along with potato salad. We all hungrily dug into the food. After lunch Juan took all the leftover food to the fishermen on the island, while the boat captain, Alex, entertained us with stories of his wilder days of feeding eels with fish held between his teeth which stopped when he was bitten by one trying to get to the food (as he showed us the scars to back it up). We were finally ready for the third and final dive of the day. It had turned into a warm partly, cloudy day with only mild wind. The third dive was again similar to the first two and did not disappoint. We came back onboard and prepared for the return trip.
It had been on my mind all day, but now that we sat quietly during the bumpy ride back, I had time to dwell on the fact that today was the 5 year anniversary of my accident. Right about this time on that day I was also enduring a pretty rough ride, but instead of being in the stunning beauty of the Caribbean after fantastic dives, I was in the bumpy back of an ambulance with an armful of crushed bones and a morphine drip in my arm that I would soon find out I was allergic to. I had no idea in that moment what lie ahead of me. I had in mind I’d have one surgery to repair my arm and head home in a couple of days with little complication. But of course that’s not how it worked out. Looking back on that year I can see the blessing in the midst of the pain, but that day I could only see the pain. Even now I don’t actually know what life has in store for me, and I don’t really mean painful things (although I know there will be some), mostly I mean wonderful things. But what I know now is that I can face anything that comes my way. I felt God’s presence every step of the way then as I do everyday now. I’m now more courageous and more adventurous and I want to live life more fully. February 18th no longer brings tears to my eyes like it used to, it’s more of a melancholy feeling while remembering a painful time but rejoicing in how far I’ve come and how much I’ve changed as a result. I no longer am surprised when I have pain in my arm. It’s normal now. And that fact doesn’t upset me or make me question “why me”? Instead I see it as an inconvenient side effect of all the wonderful things God has done for me through something that seemed too horrible to ever be redeemed.
We returned to our hotel tired but happy after our 9 hour day on the water. We changed and went to dinner but talked of little else than the day we’d had. Realizing we have less than a week left of this incredible trip makes me want to take advantage of every moment. But after a rather arduous day today; tomorrows version of taking advantage of every moment may look a lot like resting.
We woke to the most beautiful weather we’d seen since we’ve been here. A sunny day without any clouds and, more importantly for diving, a day with very little wind was on hand. We couldn’t waste this opportunity. We gathered up our stuff and headed for the dock. We boarded a boat with Turiano and Steve and Barb from New York. Our first dive was at Cypress Canyons. We swam through deep tunnels formed by rock and coral that came out as deep as 90 feet. Visibility was good and we floated effortlessly on the current past a myriad of coral and brightly colored fish. After a surface interval on the dock, we went back for a second dive at Cypress reef. Although it wasn’t far from Cypress canyons, the coral formations were different here. Huge fingers of coral stretched up in formations that were at least 20 feet tall and almost as wide. Fish hid inside for protection and scurried away only when we came near.
Both dives today went well, good visibility and calm water on entry and exit. We were happy with our dives and ready to call it a day (as far as diving was concerned) until we learned there was a night dive scheduled! Christian has done one night dive before and I’ve never done one. We tried to schedule a night dive on Caye Caulker but the weather didn’t cooperate. We’ve heard that the Caribbean marine life is different at night thanks to animals that hunt at night and hide during the day. So we jumped on the opportunity to do the dive in this perfect weather.
The rest of the afternoon was spent finding lunch and visiting the marine supply store to find a replacement strap for my broken underwater noisemaker, then back to the room for a little rest before it was time to get ready for the night dive.
We headed to the dock around 5:30. The boat would actually go out just before the sunset to tie off and get ready for nightfall. The currents reportedly can get stronger and stronger underwater after sunset so the best time to go is just as it gets dark to avoid the extremely strong currents. As we sat on the dock and waited while the boat was prepared we saw a spotted eagle ray glide slowly past the dock just beneath the surface of the water. The beauty and grace of the rays never gets old. We boarded the boat as the sun began to dip near the western horizon, and the boat began the short trip to our destination. We tied off to the buoy and Turiano began briefing us on how the dive would go and what we would see. We would enter the water a few minutes before total darkness to ease the transition (especially for me since it was my first night dive). It’s one thing to jump into clear blue water and be able to see for a hundred feet or more in every direction. It’s a completely different experience to jump into black water where your sight is limited by the beam of the flashlight you’re holding.
Once in the water we descended to the sandy bottom. This would be a shallow dive as 25 feet is the maximum depth of the channel in the area with coral formations and walls on either side of the wide sandy bottom. I could already feel the current moving me along and I saw there would be nothing effortless about this dive, it took constant movement to maintain your position or to move slowly enough to search for marine life with the flashlight.
The light quickly faded and all we could see was whatever was within our flashlights reach. Very large grouper with beautiful stripes and patterns followed us around. They’ve learned to also follow the flashlight beams of the divers to find small fish they can eat. My problem was that each time I saw a cute little fish I would move my light because I didn’t want to be the cause of the beautifully colored fish getting eaten. Faulty logic maybe, of course I know its the way it works out here, but I couldn’t help it. We looked above us and saw schools of small fish silhouetted in our lights. We also watched as several majestic spotted eagle rays glided by above us.
The furthers we swam we began to see stingrays lying on the sandy floor, they flap their “wings” and cover themselves with sand until you see only their eyes and the outline of their bodies. Further investigation within my limited beam revealed hundred of stingrays on the ocean floor. In some places there didn’t seem to be any spots without sting rays, and I suddenly became very cautious of not getting too near the sand and disturbing them with thoughts of Steve Irwin in my head. We encountered a large green moray eel swimming very quickly around the coral wall, Christian and I were trying to alert Turiano but by the time he noticed it the eel was almost swimming up his leg. Of course I know the eels may be looking for food but we are not on the menu. That doesn’t make it less intimidating to see a 6 foot eel swimming within a few feet. We rounded a corner and Turiano was motioning with his light to come near him. A cuttlefish (squid) was hovering about a small coral formation. As we came closer it didn’t move, it’s body was an elongated sphere that was somewhat translucent so that our flashlight beams penetrated it. It’s eyes were like dark orbs win the small tentacle like protrusions on top and what looked like a tiny spinning propeller on the bottom, I couldn’t take my eyes off this little alien. It just hovered for several minutes until it decided to leave by the exact path I was occupying. I had a little moment of terror as it swam directly at my face. I was suddenly not sure if the eggplant sized creature was of any danger to me and I flapped my arms wildly to move. It came within a few inches of my head and disappeared. I was stunned. That was the most unusual living creature I’ve ever seen so close. We had only a few minutes remaining in the hour long dive and we came to the boat. At some point we had circled around and come back to our boat, of which I had been unaware. There is no way to safely do a dive like this without an experienced divemaster who knows the way. We climbed aboard the boat excited about all we’d seen. As after all good dives, the atmosphere was electric with the thrill of exploration into a foreign world, especially since we’d witnessed the cuttlefish so closely.
We returned to our room and changed. We were hungry and walked down the beach to find a restaurant for dinner. We had signed up for a trip to Turneffe for tomorrow. It would be a long day with 3 dives near the distant islands of Turneffe Atoll. We’ve wanted to dive there ever since we got to Belize but it’s been difficult to find someone going there or at least find a day without so much wind that it makes the trip impossible, so we have high hopes for tomorrow. For now we need to try to get some sleep since our boat leaves the dock at 6 am.
Today was our first full day on Ambergris Caye. After we woke up, we decided to head down to the dive shop and sign up for a dive today. We got our equipment and headed for our assigned boat. There was one other couple on the dive with us from upstate New York. They had been diving for quite a few years but their last dive was over a year ago.
As we headed out, we noticed the wind had picked up a little bit. Going through the large gap in the reef here is not usually too bad, but today large waves came right at us and we inched through with our small boat rocking violently. The dive site was near the opening and we braced the tossing boat to roll in. The divemaster had chosen a relatively easy dive due to the other couples last dive date having been a while back. Turiano, our divemaster, was thorough in their briefing and always made, sure we were all safe. But honestly, after our last one a couple days ago for the Lionfish Derby, this dive seemed tame (as a nice way to put it.) We saw an array of colorful fish and I will admit I feel kinda bad that I’ve gotten so accustomed to their beauty that I feel a little dismissive of it. After our dive, we went back to the pier. We opted not to do another dive today with the rough conditions and the less than thrilling first dive.
We changed and headed for the golf cart to do some exploring. After being on Caye Caulker, San Pedro feels akin to Manhattan, something we seem to have forgotten since last year. There is still a laid back island vibe here but it absolutely doesn’t apply to driving. Golf carts are the primary mode of transportation here with automobiles (mostly as taxis) being fairly common also. Add to that the scores of people riding bikes and walking (with no sidewalks), and it’s enough to make me hold the side bar of the golf cart with knuckles as white as cotton. The roads are very bumpy and have giant speed bumps as well, it would seem that these certainly serve to keep everyone alert, whether drivers, bikers, or pedestrians. We went across the bridge to the north end and drove until the paved road ended. We stopped at a small beach bar way out at the end of a pier. The view is stunning out there. The food was pretty good with portions so large we couldn’t finish it (which isn’t common here as it is in the states). We passed scores of resorts and condo complexes with even more under construction. The north end of San Pedro is steadily growing and now has its own variety of restaurants and even a few stores, which is a good thing for anyone staying over here since there is a golf cart toll on the bridge each way.
We passed through town again and headed south. The south tip is pretty well developed but not quite as busy or congested as San Pedro Town. There are homes, stores, roadside stands, and a resort here and there. Finally, the road led us back to Ramon’s to spend some time reading and relaxing on the beach. When dinner time came, we decided on a place we’d seen on the north end. After dinner with views of the sunset on the west side, we returned to the hotel to find live music at the open air restaurant. We sat in lounge chairs by the pool and talked with a couple from Lake Charles, Louisiana. We wandered up and down the pier for a while and talked about our day.
We are adjusting to the faster pace and different way of doing things here. I have to remind myself sometimes when I go from one place to another that just because things are done differently, it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re done wrong. Ambergris Caye is a beautiful place, and with so much to offer, I’m excited to find out what it holds for us.